8 Lord, I called to You;I sought favor from my Lord:
9 “What gain is there in my death,if I go down to the Pit?Will the dust praise You?Will it proclaim Your truth?
10 Lord, listen and be gracious to me;Lord, be my helper.”
11 You turned my lament into dancing;You removed my sackclothand clothed me with gladness,
12 so that I can sing to You and not be silent.Lord my God, I will praise You forever.